Declan McKenna – British Bombs Lyrics

“Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday”
This is what you signed up for, no questions
Reckon we could offer peace, damn the weapons conventions
Well, it’s on the table, but it’s no good, can’t you hear
All our worries for fear, carry on
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Bridge]
It’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
And it’s a total fucking whitewash
The people that we might squash
And move from home soil, set sail
For wherever the fuck got oil this time
And if it’s not a fucking war crime
It’s a total waste of your time
And getting so much worse
Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now
And if it’s not a fucking outrage, what’s it all about then? Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you? It’s the vote that matters to me
You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seed
Doesn’t matter in the wreckage, what should you say? The call you made to me
You said I’ll feel one day each year, a worry
We shall remember the dead
And we’ll remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry
But then carry on
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Verse 3]
How could it be the money? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Great snakes, are we moving already? Now, it’s one on one
Great Britain’s gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen (Great, great way to fool me again, hun)
Great way to fool me again, hun (Great, acting, it’s great what you tell ’em)
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen We’re talking ’bout the bad starts
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
‘Cause it’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s good what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Verse 2]
Why does it seem a fever dream for all?